Second Winter

Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin'
Been told a long time ago
Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin'
Been told a long time ago
I've been told, baby, you'll be gone
I won't be your fool no more

Oh, you're connivin', nothin' but a jiver
Done got hip to your jive
Oh, you're connivin', nothin' but a jiver
Done got hip to your jive
Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin'
I won't be your fool no more

[Instrumental]
Oh, my Linda, she's solid sender
You know you better surrender
Oh, my Linda, she's solid sender
You know you better surrender
Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin'
I won't be your fool no more

Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin'
Been told a long time ago
Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin'
Been told a long time ago
I've been told, baby, you'll be gone
I won't be your fool no more

[Instrumental and fade]

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack


And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

His mama told him someday he would be a man,
And he would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.